Halfway There, Part Thirteen
I had Lida squat down in the bathtub, and made her repeat “please,” “thank you,” and “I’m sorry” in different iterations until she was shaking from holding the position and having to urinate. I felt like I was on a high, dominating this girl while Flint and Macy stood behind me, watching.
“What do you say?” I asked.
Lida stared up at me, humiliated and confused.
“I just let you piss here, what do you say?” I repeated.
She whined, “thank you for letting me piss in the bathtub and not in the kitchen.”
I turned around to face Flint, “she’s not very bright, is she?” I knew, of course, this wasn’t the case. I imagined she was just as bewildered as I was, though I was compensating for mine with my bravado.
On the way out of the bathroom, Flint seized up a fistful of my hair, pulling e up onto my tiptoes. “I feel like you’ve forgotten your place,” he said as he dragged me over to the couch, “let’s see what we can do about that.”
As usual, Old Ironsides didn’t bruise from the spanking he gave me, even though it hurt like crazy. During aftercare, he took me into Macy’s bedroom, where he proceeded to blow a raspberry into my stomach. “You asshole,” I exclaimed when he did.
“By the way,” he said, pulling back, “he gave you another tally. You’re up to four now.”
I bit my lip. That was it. I was halfway there.